The newcomer looked to be in her twenties or thirties. She wore red robes and had long, sea-blue hair that nearly reached the ground. In her hand was a three-meter scepter, its golden shaft like a spear thrusting straight into the heavens. Worry and uncertainty lingered between her brows; clearly, her feelings were complicated.
"Bo Saixi, it's been a long time." Looking at the woman he had once loved, Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh.
"It certainly has." Bo Saixi nodded politely as she answered Qian Daoliu.
Unlike Sea Dragon Douluo, who had never witnessed Qian Daoliu's power and thus possessed a baffling confidence in his own strength, Bo Saixi knew for certain that Qian Daoliu was an opponent on her level. In both strength and standing, he was her equal.
Among the Three Limit Douluo, each had his or her own strengths: over the sea, she was the strongest. In the sky, Qian Daoliu was the strongest. If the battlefield shifted to land, then Tang Chen was the strongest.
However, although that was how they described it, all three of them understood one thing: over the sea, only Bo Saixi and Qian Daoliu could truly fight one another. Tang Chen could not compare to either of them there.
After all, there was sky above the sea, while the ocean itself was Bo Saixi's home ground. But Tang Chen, a "ground-bound chicken," could never defeat either of them on their own turf, even if he forced himself into flight with his Soul Power.
If she fought Qian Daoliu over the sea, Bo Saixi believed she would probably win. However, even if she used every means at her disposal, she could never keep him from leaving. Even the best possible outcome would merely leave them both gravely injured.
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